Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

She thought of Hind, a six-year-old girl she had met here, with whom she had a close relationship, but who had died at the hands of this group of people.

She and her family of seven were simply driving to a safe zone as instructed by the group.

On the way, the car was torn to pieces by a tank's machine gun, and all five people died on the spot.

Her 14-year-old cousin was also shot dead at close range after dialing for emergency help. The phone call that was later passed to her and the subsequent recordings were particularly heartbreaking.

After several hours of repeated communication with the group, the emergency responders were finally granted permission to come, but they were still attacked by the army on their way, resulting in the deaths of two emergency responders.

The little girl's voice grew weaker and weaker until it disappeared. Twelve days later, after the lockdown was lifted, the bodies of her family of seven were found in the car.

Keep in mind, she was only six years old. These beasts are not even human.

Chapter 222 Bloodshed Descends, Yet Han Chuan You Remains Incredibly Brave

Sharon took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and rolled down the car window:

"We are a humanitarian aid organization approved by the United Nations, and our application to you was approved some time ago. Why are you blocking us?"

"Get out of the vehicle. I suspect you have unauthorized dangerous materials on board."

The leader, Yakolov, held an M4, his gaze fixed on Sharon, and licked his lips.

"Hey girl, want to come down and have a drink with us? We'll let you over after the checkup, how about that?"

"Hahaha……"

The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter.

As for whether or not to release it, of course not.

Orders have been issued that no supplies are allowed to be put in. Only at specific times, when they need to demonstrate their humanity to the world, will they arrange for some supplies to be put in as a formality.

These lowly people deserve to starve to death.

The overwhelming demonic aura is like a living hell; let's purify them...

A barrage of comments flashed before my eyes.

That's exactly what I meant.

Drawing the Azure Spirit from his waist, Han Chuanyou leaped off the immortal boat.

air.

He drew his slingshot from his waist with his left hand, aimed it downwards, and fired two shots, a warning of death's approach.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two beams of white light tore through the air and landed precisely on the heads of two soldiers on guard with guns.

Two sounds like a watermelon shattering followed.

The head exploded, and blood and bone fragments flew everywhere, staining the faces of several soldiers nearby.

Yakolov felt a warm, sticky drop hit his cheek.

He instinctively wiped his face, then looked down.

is blood.

He turned his head sharply and saw two headless corpses slowly falling backward, raising a cloud of dust.

"Enemy attack!!"

The soldiers at the checkpoint immediately raised their guns and quickly dispersed to find cover.

Han Chuanyou had already landed on the top of the watchtower next to him and then flipped down.

The soldiers inside the tower only had time to hear a soft sound from above before instinctively looking up.

He stared blankly for a moment when he met the mysterious masked figure, and then he saw the long knife in the figure's hand.

Has Hamas run out of ammunition and resources to the point of resorting to assassination with cold weapons?

He calmed down a bit and prepared to raise his gun and fire.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of blue light slashed towards him.

Wow, so fast!!

His head flew off, and he felt dizzy before losing consciousness.

"The enemy is here!!"

Gunshots rang out simultaneously from another watchtower.

A bullet from a rifle tore through the air and shot toward the figure.

But Han Chuanyou had already disappeared from his spot before the bullets arrived, leaving only a blur. He appeared in mid-air, his spirit bullet gun already aimed at the shooter.

A flash of white light.

The soldier lowered his head; a hole the size of a bowl had been torn open in his chest.

His face turned deathly pale instantly. Before he could even cry out, he lost consciousness and fell from the top of the tower.

All the changes happened within ten seconds.

Yagolov watched as the figure landed on the open ground ten steps in front of him.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made him subconsciously swallow, momentarily forgetting to fire.

"Who are you?!"

"The ones who will kill you."

Han Chuanyou moved swiftly, giving them no time to react.

"shot!!"

Gunshots rang out, and Han Chuanyou gracefully weaved through the dense line of gunfire.

Qingling transformed into azure light, cleaving through most of the incoming bullets.

Sparks flew everywhere, creating a strangely beautiful scene.

The soldiers' eyes trembled.

What the hell is this guy in front of me?!

One step, two steps...

Han Chuanyou approached them step by step, his long sword like a scythe of death reaping souls.

A blue light pierced through his chest and severed his head.

Blood splattered all the way, like a crimson carpet laid out for him.

The head flew to the side, rolled to the ground, and was then cleaved diagonally in two with another slash.

The teammate in front of him was smoothly cleaved in two by a single stroke, and blood sprayed out, staining Yakolov's face.

His eyes were bloodshot; he was completely terrified.

"You monster, die!!"

He fired his rifle wildly.

Han Chuanyou dodged the line of fire to the side, and Qing Ling slashed horizontally, breaking the rifle in two.

To Yakolov's horrified gaze, the knife tip turned and plunged into his chest, then slowly began to stir.

The heart was easily crushed.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Yagolov let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Han Chuanyou kicked him to the ground, twisted his wrist, and Qingling landed straight on his neck.

With his cervical vertebrae shattered and blood gushing into his ruptured throat, Yakolov could only utter incoherent cries as he struggled helplessly, gripping the ground with his hands.

Images of the civilians who fell under his gun flashed through his mind, and he personally experienced the countdown to death.

Han Chuanyou sheathed his sword and turned his gaze to the people in the car not far away: "Hurry up, deliver the supplies and leave immediately. I will escort you."

Sharon, inside the car, was stunned, still reeling from the bloody scene.

I used to find such bloody scenes unbearable to look at, but now I find them incredibly satisfying.

She realized what was happening and immediately looked at the driver in the driver's seat.

"hurry up!"

In the Middle East, the Grim Reaper's operation has officially begun.

Having successfully escorted these people and dealt with several reinforcement teams along the way, Han Chuanyou decided not to linger any longer.

Having fully grasped the formidable power of the mysterious man before her, Sharon, seeing him preparing to leave, quickly called out to him:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Han Chuanyou turned around and casually replied, "Everyone calls me the Grim Reaper."

After saying that, he leaped away and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"grim Reaper?"

The male driver next to him suddenly spoke up: "I think I've heard of this name before. He's from an island nation. I didn't expect him to come to the Middle East. He's so cool."

"From Tokyo?" Sharon suddenly remembered and quickly took out her phone to search for information about the Grim Reaper. The more she looked at those brown eyes, the brighter they became.

Death has come to the Middle East. Is it here to eliminate the evil here?

……

on Monday.

A torrential downpour dampened everyone's spirits.

Han Chuan You rode to school in Mei Yue's car today. The car window was covered with a blurry layer of water stains from the rain, which slid down the glass.

Outside the window, the sky was hazy, and the rain was pouring down. The raindrops pattered against the car roof, adding a unique touch of atmosphere.

The school gate was shrouded in heavy rain. The car was parked by the roadside, and Han Chuan Meiyue reminded, "We're here, let's get out of the car."

"Mizuki, let's have a goodbye kiss." Han Chuan You leaned closer, smiling as he looked at her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue unbuckled her seatbelt, looking helpless against him, hooked her arms around his neck, and met his kiss with her full lips.

After they separated, the air between them became intensely hot.

"How much longer do we need to kiss?"

Han Chuanyou and her foreheads touched.

"It can go on for as long as it takes. In this gloomy weather, people outside can't see inside, which is kind of exciting."

Students on their way to school passed by the car with umbrellas in hand. Although others might not know who the two were, it still made people's hearts race.

A strange mix of emotions welled up in Han Chuan Mei Yue's heart. Meeting his gaze, she pushed him away, saying, "Don't look at me. I don't want to get the car dirty."

"Mizuki, what are you thinking? That's pretty dirty."

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him:

"Knowing you as I do, you definitely have this idea. And take your hand out."

Han Chuan Mei Yue pulled out the hand that had somehow touched under her skirt.

Looking at the dashing older sister in her police superintendent uniform, Han Chuan You sighed, "What a pity."

The sinking of the Chokai has caused a huge uproar online.

The discussion about this didn't stop all morning.

Around noon, Han Chuan You went to see the Minister.

Outside the classroom, Anna Yagyu gazed at the still-flowing rain, the dark clouds in the sky seemingly endless.

"Senior, we can't eat out today. Are we going to the cafeteria? I brought an umbrella."

Han Chuanyou shook his head: "No need, let's go straight to Fox Feather's rest room. It's raining so hard, we don't want you to catch a cold from getting wet."

Anna Yagyu stopped talking.